They play eggless crap, because kids can't buy anything else
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Cu Eurohumpparska vaa and canned pop shit
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Trying to come and guide you, trying to get you out of the way
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It's trying to screw up the pollas and it's trying to make fun of everyone
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Eliminates the risk of messing up musa on radios
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With some pointless nonsense that can be skipped a third time
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Sometimes it goes straight and everyone notices
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Because they sing the same whores and have the same producers
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I take in one ear, I let out the other
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Uhos result and suggestion about what change
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You could get good from my muse, or you could sell it
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Almost everyone likes what radios can blame the air for
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What can children ask for a Christmas present without air
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You don't immediately move them from school to prison
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Pulls on the ridiculous pants and begins to rhyme
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They don't buy brags music that encourages their own choice
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It's the golden mean, money comes where sex takes
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They tell you to check the content of the texts
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Sexist is not the same as naked, no one is turned on or warmed up
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But if I change the gender, it's the most beautiful and most beautiful of female ämce |
Single layer soil drips from the conveyor belt
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And the artists are having fun at the same time as little Laval
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Throws a playback gig, forges money while crying
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For Lafkos who are repulsed, a real strike line star
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It's the resistance meets mainstream entertainment
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With the same recipe, you can make a hundred list miracles
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If the masses diga that's why you won't lead the business
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Kill the artist, don't let the shit ruin it!
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It's the resistance meets mainstream entertainment
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With the same recipe, you can make a hundred list miracles
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If the masses diga that's why you won't lead the business
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Who kills the artist!
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Now I'm in the studio if the producer in charge is sweating
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Not to use stupid language, but to share a good opinion
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I wouldn't say that business is deep down there, but something profound
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And I would mess up the record cover with powder and hearts
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And all that used to be a pleasure to beat
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And with a shotgun there is sunshine and love
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It doesn't print that uhoomal, but it hurts when I runo matskul
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That track, not good if my pink Fiat Punto can fit
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I get less than a major lafka when I accept that fact |